Sugar Life Aesthetics Novels & Stories

When life sucks, Create a new one. - Jacqueline "Do you have this in black?" I asked the sales lady when I was spending my time shopping for a dress. Not that I need more, but the act itself was therapeutic for my messed-up soul. Yep, being a sugar baby is stressful, the money, the travel, and all the luxury life could offer. Oh...yeah, not to mention the sex. I love sex. I thrive on human companions, but I suck at relationships. The notion of having to commit to a man for sex and companionship and some even wanted it for the rest of their life seemed ridiculous.

I, Audace, have always been a lover of the finer things in life. My passion for the Belle Époque era has led me to cultivate a refined taste for exquisite cuisine, elegant attire, and, of course, the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh. As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation.

But for sugar babies? "Cupcake has offices all over US but New York is the headquarter. And please, don't worry, we're operating legally." The smile she flashes does nothing to calm my nerves. What have I gotten myself into? "We take care of our talents, and ensure everything is taken care of before any contract begins. We have our in-house legal team to back you up if any issue arises, and we make it a priority to be there for our talents before the clients." Whatever is coming out of her mouth are just words going through from one ear to another as I'm still processing. So she's scouting me to be a sugar baby? What the fuck?

Soft spotlights illuminated the walls while a discreet attendant brought chilled champagne and then vanished. We started with a striking large-scale painting by Tschabalala Self bold, textured figures with exaggerated curves and powerful presence, stitched fabric elements adding raw sensuality to the canvas. “She captures the body so unapologetically,” I murmured, standing close to the work. “The way the forms bulge and intertwine… it feels alive. Sexual but strong.” Damien’s hand rested on my lower back, slowly sliding lower. “Like you when you’re riding me,” he said quietly. “All that hunger and beauty wrapped in one package.”

she said as she walked to meet the other ladies who had been waiting for her. They got inside the restaurant and it was a very classy one. “Wow, this is so good” Mrs. Hampton said as she sat down on one of the chairs while the other ladies sat down too. Shortly after, a fine young man dressed in white shirt and black trousers appeared. “Welcome to Eldorado's confectionery, what would you like to have?” the young man said as he smiled. His gap-tooth made his smile so captivating, it seemed like he was selected specifically for that job.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

"Just like me? Are you sure? First, I'm thirty. That is not young, at all. And second, I have a good job, so no, I don't need a sugar daddy." "And third, you're my best friend."

If that person comes out ugly then that person can't be beautiful again for life. When the lady was done with her eyebrows, Sophie stared into the mirror and she noticed the changes. Her eyes look more pronounced than before. Even without any form of makeup, she looked so beautiful naturally. She overheard Martin telling Cassie that she will be back on the weekends for a full makeover with manicure and pedicure inclusive. She wonder why Chris was going through this extreme for her, aren't a sugar Daddy-baby relationship just for sex and the benefits that come with it?

Emma asked as she looked at Jazlyn who had been silent since her last question. "I think I just miss Ace a little. You know, for the past two years my life has only been with him," replied Jazlyn. Emma nodded her head slowly and looked straight ahead again. "I'm taking you to try some of the wedding cakes I'm going to use for the wedding. And maybe some cupcakes too. Don't you really like that?" Jazlyn shook her head. "I don't like cupcakes since I've been with Ace. You know, he really hates sweets, so I can't eat them that freely," Jazlyn replied as she exhaled.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.